Hobo blues
Got a hole in my pocket done packed my ole nap-sack Got a train to catch a mile on down the track Been hanging 'round this ole town way to many days Got to ramble on I must be on my way Bot the hobo blues Got to go, got to go, Bod I've got the hobo blues When I hear that whistle blow Got to move, got to move God, I've got the hobe blues Some women try to hold me but I keep moving on My hat don't hang no where for to long Cause I'm caught up in the feeling of a singing breakman's song Got the hobo blues deep down in my bones * Refrain When I die say you'll bury me in an old box-car With a coffee can and my ole guitar And make sure I'm close enough to hear the passing trains Got that freight-tarin fever chugging in my veins * Refrain